He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lampposts -- for support rather than for illumination.
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He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp posts - for support rather than for illumination.
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An unsophisticated forecaster uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts - for support rather than for illumination.
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Statistics are used much like a drunk uses a lamppost: for support, not illumination.
quote by Vin Scully
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Statistics are like a drunk with a lampost: used more for support than illumination.
quote by Winston Churchill
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He uses statistics like a drunk uses lamp-posts, more for support than illumination.
quote by Romano Prodi
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Be able to analyze statistics, which can be used to support or undercut almost any argument.
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Drunken Roads
Oh, sundered lampposts ignite
The oil black streets for a night
And in the phosphorescent facet
I shall amble in levity from musing a casket
Debonairly alluring in its jet black glaze
I'll let my tattered heels loose in the haze
Such a suede wintry patio to trample
A fervent flee to a famished black hole
And dispense the baneful protraction
Of a lifelong subsistence in fractions
Buoy me upon your macadamized skin
Oh, drunken roads, far from the chagrin
These undulating fluid pavements
Would stretch the vexing torments
Though I would rather linger a phantom
Salt and burned beneath a tombstone,
A banshee caterwauling for camaraderie
Among the drunken roads I opted be
And I shall drag my marbled toes
To find direst on your concrete prose
Will I become a squandered vagabond
And lose myself by the skewing seconds?
Or will I bequeath the hefty bounty
Of my vying in a Stygian country?
poem by Norman Santos
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I notice increasing reluctance on the part of marketing executives to use judgment; they are coming to rely too much on research, and they use it as a drunkard uses a lamp post for support, rather than for illumination.
quote by David Ogilvy
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I've come loaded with statistics, for I've noticed that a man can't prove anything without statistics.
quote by Mark Twain
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The statistics of life out there and the statistics of intelligent beings and advanced civilization is a certainty, the way I look at it. that It has not been accepted, because we've been in an anthropocentric era.
quote by Story Musgrave
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Hiatus
The alleys collapsed as the lungs did
As the lampposts flickered with the vision
A shadowy mirage lingered to caress
The soft yellow lights, the singeing blood
Searing from the charred soles
I walked with the roaring fire
The fire pranced with the songs
Hiding in the browning calendar
I halted, panted, eviscerating
Amassing vigor, accumulating air,
I'd watch you from here;
Until I feel my legs again
Until I relearn the tempo
To sway with the grace
Of your wandering pendulums.
The cinders flounced
A message from the sirens
Cutting the swath
Of these drunken roads
I sank, deeper and deeper.
poem by Norman Santos
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There has been this - and it's reflected in the broadcasts - this moronic use of statistics. Which has suggested to everyone who is intelligent the use of statistics is moronic.
quote by Michael Lewis
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We do not support the man. We do not support the individual. We support the idea of independent revolution in the Western Hemisphere, free from American intervention.
quote by Lee Harvey Oswald
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My father was predisposed to drunken rages. I would hide under the bed. My sister and I were talking just the other day about the terror a drunken man in a rage can create in a child.
quote by Antonio Villaraigosa
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Statisticians
What ruled the clowns of statistics?
Research? Effort? Pain? Or even acrobatics?
It is a thrust towards change, to upright pursuit,
To an end beleaguered by authority all absolute.
No doubt the rumour brought a schism,
And one of utter ruin, so much awesome.
A productive policy has been espoused,
It was said the policy was housed.
Yielding no statistics is a game for feeders,
But the principles are as copious as acres.
Who are the statisticians? And what do they do?
Their policies are strict and everything is true.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Who can’t stop drinking may get drunken three times a month. If he does it more often, he is guilty. To get drunken twice a month is better; once, still more praiseworthy. But not to drink at all - what could be better than this? But where could such a being be found? But if one would find it, it would be worthy of all honour.
quote by Ginghis Han
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Fallen Twigs
Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.
Too many lessons I have learned,
From feeding those yearnings that burned...
To leave me mentally drained and physically sick,
Because of desires I had to be a part of it.
Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.
Too many I have seen that were demeaned,
After exhausting themselves for someone else...
To be left as fallen twigs.
To wither of potential that held promises to bloom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Multi-emotionalized
I'm the one that's suppose to feel,
Everyone's pain.
Including my own.
But less magnified.
I am suppose to pledge my allegiance.
No matter if I am spit and spat upon...
At the expense of my self expression.
On streets where my ancestors more than paid,
For displays of these misgivings.
Misunderstandings...
That I'm expected to internalize,
And make them my own.
To dispense and share,
With those in joyous despair and disillusioned.
'Like the pain that is theirs which is thrown upon me.
With a followup of statistics to compare survival methods.'
Multi-emotionalized,
And I am underlining it.
I am only here to joke and dance.
Not feel or think a thing.
I'm only here to boost your sports machine.
While you fill your gut up...
And continue to demean.
Multi-emotionalized,
And I am underlining it.
I am only here to joke and dance.
Not feel or think a thing.
I'm only here to boost your sports machine.
While you fill your gut up...
And continue to demean.
I'm only here for purposes,
To help you feel supreme!
'Like the pain that is theirs which is thrown upon me.
With a followup of statistics to compare survival methods.'
I'm a mult-emotionalize thing you think you've made!
I'm multi-emotionalized with each emotion taught,
To be slick and smooth and as sharp as a razor blade.
Sharpened to display any emotion.
If asking for it!
'Like the pain that is theirs which is thrown upon me.
With a followup of statistics to compare survival methods.'
And a swift change to those statistics come.
A stiff reconditioning to redo and rejuvenate...
A thought process needing to be undone.
With follow up statistics coming to shake up everyone.
In a multi-emotionalized doing!
Not everyone should be expected to feel or see,
From your perspective which is fading.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dream Maker
My dream maker
Most vivid dreams
My dream creator
Is it what is seems?
Placing my head on the pillow
For a heavenly night
Illumination sheer
Like an Angel in the light
Apearing in the unconscious
Only to wake my eyes
As the combination of hues
Slowly start to die
Looking around me for my dream creator
Realizing they have disappeared from sight
Closing my eyes tightly and wishing with all my might
That my dream creator
Isn't what is seems
Not a sheer illumination
Nor a combination of hue
Instead of my dream creator
Please be my dream come true.
poem by Hannah Owens
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